You'll never catch a penny-pinchin' liar off guard You can't escape the tangent till it leaves you undone You can't imagine passion till your hearts become one You'll never feel the rhythm till the beat has just begun A thousand acts of thoughtlessness A thousand acts of thoughtlessness

Yet another year that you lied to me King hypocrisy Yet another year that you lied to me Dead gene of tragedy

Armstrong: (Set against a ravishing backdrop With a bleak and violent future Now with no common cause here We're marooned with a hungry vulture, yeah So pack the club to the rafters Droppin rocks to electrical sound With beacons of light and hope here We got the world spinnin round and round)